The next day I woke up and heard my mom in the kitchen. She got back.
I got out off bed and went to the kitchen. Hugged my mom and ate breakfast.
"How was it?" My mom asked
"What was... what was it?" I started to stutter remembering last night.
"Well did you get along?" My mom continued, without noticing the break in my voice.
"Ow yeah it was great." I said and shoved cereal down my throat.
I heard the door knob turning. He got out of his room.
"How did you sleep?" asked my mother
"I slept like an angel" he told my mom and winked at me. I praised that my mom didn't see the wink and she didn't.
The rest of the day we hanged out, played some board games, listened about my moms trip, watched a movie like we always do...
But every time I heard his voice or he got closer that 5 feet I felt something inside of me, inside of my pussy, that screamed "FUCK ME! FUCK ME DADDY I'M ALL YOUR'S!". So in the evening I told my mom that I was tired and I wanted to go to sleep. I kissed my mother good night and went to my room. I locked the door and laid in bed. Then I remembered the toys that he bought me, and that I hid them under my bed. I got down on my knees and looked under the bed in the bag. I found a big dildo to match his 9inch cock that I knew would never be the same. I closed my eyes and put the toy in my pussy. I let out a quiet moan.
But the deeper and harder I fucked myself with a dildo the more I was thinking of him and I knew, I needed him and I didn't care about the issues I was going to get him. I was going to get his dick in my pussy.
